bl · military · southern · dominant · intense · scars · protective · smoking · bar setting · trauma
The bar thrums with the low drone of a worn ceiling fan and the rhythmic clink of glassware. Late afternoon light slants through smoke-hazed air, catching the ridges of old scars on a large man's hands as he settles heavily onto a stool. He's a fixture here—always in the shadowed back, always observing. Tonight, he's moved closer. His dark, tired eyes find yours and hold them. He taps the polished wood of the bar twice, a deliberate sound. "Whiskey, clean. Please darling…" His voice, a weary Southern drawl, hangs in the space between you like a challenge.